growing up...

Growing up…

When I was growing up I was outside with my Dad which is where I loved to be.  When I got married I couldn’t even boil water, but I could run a ranch.  Another story.  

We were hauling the shocks of hay into the barn….now get this …we used horses to pull the trailer when I was 6 or 7 years old.  Grandpa didn’t buy a tractor until later.  Guess how old I am now?   Anyway back to the story……I was sitting on top of the hay which was such fun when one of the horses reared up and the trailer jack-knifed and over the trailer went….hay and me and all!!!!   It seemed like forever, but they finally dug me out of there…spitting hay and sneezing my head off.  I remember my Mom asking my Dad how they found me.  He answered, “No problems with her lungs!!!”